Mad House

2 shots in and I'm tryna get out this MAD HOUSE 2 door Benz, I'm tryna get all this glass out From my skin, I'm tryna get all this black out Caving in, I'm tryna get out this MAD HOUSE Calling her phone and he calling collect tryna get paid, tryna hustle for rent He carried the blicky, with heat on his neck Diamonds on hold, less they came with a set Grandmama praying, she fasting for lent Under the window to cover her head Bullets flying like an angel of sin Fists flying when my grand daddy pissed Concrete jungle, blood on my knuckles Fighting my way out Had to sleep with a bat under my bed step daddy was spaced out Prayed if he ever put hands on my mama again I would lay him down 2pac in the background Til He on his way to come go see him now 2 shots in and I'm tryna get out this MAD HOUSE 2 door Benz, I'm tryna get all this glass out From my skin, I'm tryna get all this black out Caving in, I'm tryna get out this MAD HOUSE Ooh ahh Friends around but still feel cold, I said Ooh ahh We tryna get rich 'fore we get old, I said Ooh ahh Just wanna be famous, wanna be known, I said Ooh ahh Its all a disguise when you're afraid to end up alone, I said Ooh ahh He on the corner, and she on the pole, I said Ooh ahh Do whatever they can to take care of home, I said Ooh ahh They gon kill for the dream to get out the trap, I know Ohh ahh But now their son and daughter's running it back, oh 2 shots in and I'm tryna get out this MAD HOUSE 2 door Benz, I'm tryna get all the glass out From my skin, I'm tryna get all this black out Caving in, I'm tryna get out this MAD HOUSE 2 shots in and I'm tryna get out this MAD HOUSE From my skin, I'm tryna get all this black out